All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

Calm down.

Ren commands himself as he follows with his eyes Murina's hindsight as she cooks with a nose song.

Its luxurious shoulders are so appealing that they want to hug it. Not really. The ribbon tied at the back is even cute in a fluttering and rocking motion. No, it's not. My eyes nail to my healthy round eyelids thighs. But no.

I desperately control my head, whose instincts are causing heat runoff.

"That's it, I have that...!

It is a skill, a switch, inherited from a brave man.

If you do that, your instincts and your reason will be cut off and you'll even have a head. It is a dependable skill that has withstood even the deepest part of a dungeon where sanity is shredded just by looking at it.

Take one deep breath. Ren, united in spirit, switches his head properly.

The method of spiritual unity planted from the brave is excellent. Len's head is cold.

Try to calm down, there's no such thing. A cute senior in an apron is just coming to the house and cooking for me. It was gratitude and nothing panicky had happened. In fact, whatever it was, I could have assumed so.

"I got it. Hey, Len"

"Thank you"

So much so that Mulina's cooking was complete.

Murina smiles when she comes to dine, but Ren is in a totally cool state right now. Answer with a calm voice.

It was Ren who got his spare time back when he kept getting through this, but I notice something funny.

Mulina prepared one plate and one spoon.

Gratin with white sauce that is gentle on the eyes and crunchy bread flour over some mixed cheeses. The red contrast between the seasonal vegetables and bacon woven into the mold was also beautiful, causing an appetite or discharge.

No complaints.

But how can there be only one dish for both of us to eat?

Murina, sitting face-to-face, puts the dish at the center of the table, approximating Ren twisting his neck inside. Gratin with a spoon in his hand, staring at Len, who was upstairs and confused, Mullina offered him a spoon.

"Yes, uh"

Pishago Lone, a brain-shaking thunder fell in Ren's head.

The mental lightning that made the roar went into Len's mental protection. You didn't crush it well, and Ren praised herself.

"Mulina, um, hey, that's..."

"Hmm? What's going on?

There's nothing wrong with you or these things. Or, as you will know absolutely well, well, it is something that can be turned to a decent face. The cowardly cute thing was no more petty hateful and even hard to look at.

"Oh, you know. What's the plate...? Why one?

"Oh, I'm sorry. I broke it."

Murina, with a grinning corner up her mouth with a face like I'm Dozi's daughter, points to a plate that unnaturally turned into two beautiful pieces. He gripped the edge of the plate with both hands to force it evenly, and it was a lackluster crack like it had been broken properly.

"So you only have one plate. Let's eat together."

"Together...! That's not what I meant......!

I never thought eating together meant eating in the same dish. Ren's mental defense is already lame.

It is true that Ren's house lives alone, so the number of dishes is not high. For once, I was just putting two together in each dish. If I crack one, I'll only run out of spares.

Nevertheless, if I had a spoon without a plate, I wouldn't have to, uh... And the spoon is made of metal. It is an instrument of human civilization that can be relied upon, which does not crack when it is easy.

"So, but that's it, right? Regardless of the plate, there should have been two spoons..."

"I'm sorry. I don't see anything."

That can't be right, I look into the kitchen. It was there until this morning, so it can't be gone.

That's how I looked at it, and the window next to the kitchen for ventilation was open.

It's reasonable to think that, of course, I would have opened it to let the cooking smoke escape, but Ren had another thought in mind.

What if Murina threw a spoon out of it?

To the point of that possibility, I swallow the sawdust and spit. Mullina's motivation came through with a shine. I'm not willing to choose the means.

Again, Ren drops his gaze on the table.

The delicious gratin waits to be freshly fed with hot air. Only one spoon left in Len's house was firmly held in Mullina's hands.

If Ren had the spoon, I would have held it. So, conversely, it was visible that they would say, "Ahem." If you put a small mouth on Mullina right now, maybe Ren's head will boil.

"So yes. Ahem."

Retreated.

Giving a spoon with a smile, Murina is so attractive that her brain melts, to be modest.

Exactly here, there's no way I can do anything cruel about leaving Mullina alone for cooking and not eating and taking a seat.

"Gu, uhh."

Ren endures even as he raises his voice to the emotions that try to ravage his reason.

While the cracks were everywhere, relying on the mental protection that was barely connecting reason, Ren, ready, devoured by the spoon offered.

Even in this situation, Murina's food tastes better than anything else Ren has eaten, satisfying Ren's tongue.

"Yummy?"

"Yes... it's the best in the world"

"Oh well. Ren's favorite thing, did you get more?

"Yes, more......"

"... hehe. I'd be so happy to have Len say that."

Mullina laughed happily, another creep.

Were you anxious or expecting the limits of your reason to be offered again? Mullina took the spoon to her mouth, approximating Ren, whose emotions were so messed up that she was not sure about it herself.

Earlier, a spoon with Ren's mouth touching Mullina's lips.

"Mmm, yum."

My gaze sucks into Mullina's lips unexpectedly.

Mullina, who noticed Ren's gaze and turned her naughty eyes, shrugged Gratin with the spoon she put on her mouth and offered Ren again without hesitation.

"Yes, uh"

The defying temper had melted and vanished.

If they say I'm not ashamed to be doing this, of course I'm ashamed of myself.

Mulina, even I think it's silly that you're creating a situation where you deliberately break a plate or throw a spoon at Ren until he's "ahem". I can't believe I'm planning on buying it with you at a later date to apologize for losing my plate and spoon. I'm stunned by my aura.

I'd do it if I were you until a while ago. Oh, my God, it couldn't have been from the idea.

Ren changed me.

I don't hate myself for being changed like an idiot. I don't hate Mullina because I like Len. There's no way I can dislike myself for being a fool because I think I like Len naturally.

Because I like Len.

But well, embarrassing is embarrassing.

Smiling at Ren is what I'm pointing at, but I was shivering plenty inside, such as when I said "ahem" the first time. I was scared of what I would do if they refused, and I was scared you wouldn't like it if you were scared.

Still pushed on.

Then there you go.

"Yes, uh"

Also, he ate me.

I'm so glad Ren is eating his own dish. Ren will eat the dishes he has made in a situation that even his lover wouldn't do that. My heart is pounding.

After feeding them, I eat them myself. It's exciting to put the spoon Len used in his mouth. Give it to Ren again and have him eat it.

It was a happy time, with all the pounding and thrilling.

How many times did you repeat that? After so many repetitions that I knew how many times, the rice I made had disappeared into the stomach of Mullina and Ren.

"Was it delicious?

"Yes. It was delicious"

"... hehe"

When I gave my thoughts, my voice solidified in my cock returned.

When Ren found out she was nervous too, for some reason, her lips were flaking.

"Bye, Len."

"Yes."

Finally, I got home again. Mullina spreads her hands defenselessly when the cooking doesn't end.

"For the reward of cooking Ren's favorite dishes,"

"Buh!?

Ren erupted in surprise.

"That's... I can't. Give me a break already. I'll pay for it...! In the afterlife."

"What? I don't need money."

They can't.

Ren's lips were pointy as he said. There's got to be a slightly better way to say no.

I can't wait and regret that Ren won't accept me. They say they like someone else, and that's fine. My appetite for exclusivity is not weak enough to say. At least for Murina, the emotion of being in love and the desire for exclusivity are a set and hard to separate emotions.

I like Len.

That's why Mulina wants Ren.

As soon as you had it before, the situation was the one.

Then Murina will come up with an alternative.

"Then give me Ren's hand"

"Huh. Well, that's about it"

You thought it was better than a hug, Ren nodded.

The first big conditional pull down is a very common method of fraud, but I'm worried about a lightly caught hitting wren. But if I think I can make it up to you there, I still like it.

With that in mind, I got permission, so I just grab Ren's left hand with both hands and wrap it around him. Then touch it with your fingertips and gently press or stroke it to make sure.

"Hmm. Ren's hand, this is what's happening here"

"No, you don't have to go out of your way to find out, you don't have to change your mind."

"Really? That's not true."

Was it more embarrassing than I thought to be tested by touching my hand carefully, Ren's face is turning red?

Even as it gets a little fun to see it, Mullina gently glances at a certain part with her fingers.

"I've got octopus here."

The base of the pinky and index fingers is hardened. Try to rub and stroke Ren's octopus with your fingertips. Likewise, there is a hardened area slightly off the center of the palm. Touch the hardened part of Len to make sure he feels it.

"He's using his sword as a weapon."

"The skin of your hands is thick too."

"That's a combat position, somewhat. But not compared to the rest of us."

"It's only your first year, isn't it? But I knew you weren't like the others."

It's not like me at all, it's a man's hand. It's not like a warrior's hand in battle. But it's not a hand I haven't done anything with. I can tell if I touch that I've built up sword training just as I've seen it.

My fingers are much thicker and bigger than mine, too, and I'm disappointed. The nails seem to be cut properly and not so stretched out.

Your hands show character, and above all, what you've done.

"My favorite, hard-working Ren's hand."

Ren tried to say something, but he couldn't seem to say anything and made his mouth snap.

Heh, I won.

Mulina heartily wins that she blocked Ren's mouth with her own feelings, conveying enough favor that she can't say anything.

"Ah, that Mulina. It's time..."

"Oh, no."

It does not divide the time of the loan. Not yet. Not satisfied at all. Just touching it like this brings out a ren I don't know. I need you to lend me more. I want to do everything I can with Ren's hands.

Touched it with my hand, looked at it with my eyes, then I thought next, and immediately came up with it.

"Come on."

Raise Ren's hand to face height.

And I cheeked on Ren's hand.

"Mmm."

Naturally, I heard a voice on my nose.

The unconscious appearance was a sweet voice that surprised me myself.

Even though my cheeks were never particularly sensitive, when I thought Ren's hand was hitting me, my nerves were surprisingly focused.

It felt good.

"Ah...... hmmm"

Mullina presses her cheeks against Ren's hand, like a cat serving rice. With both hands holding Ren's hand, move Ren's hand from his cheek to his neck to let him touch himself. The tickle as Ren's hand passes the nod rushes all over Mullina's body. It feels good enough to be a habit. I feel entangled in Ren until I have hair that doesn't go through my nerves, and Murina's consciousness immerses me in Ren's hands.

I want it.

Mullina's desires boil in two with her feverish blurry head because of Ren's hands.

Ren wants it.

Len and I alone, we feel Len's hands on our cheeks, slip them into our neck muscles, feel good, reason and patience come off. Your body temperature rises and your exhalation becomes hot.

Once you get Len's hand off your own cheek. You thought this was the end of it, and Ren exhaled relievedly, which made me a little angry.

Not yet.

Mullina takes Ren's hand off her cheek to her mouth without saying anything.

"Huh?"

I heard a confused ren. Murina ignored.

Ren's fingertips approach Mullina's mouth. Of course, it's not a mistake or anything. Mullina wants to, so she's getting close.

Hey, and the distance your index finger touches the tip of Mullina's nose.

Murina mouthed Ren's thumb belly, lips, making a chirping noise.

Biku's hands trembled. I didn't mean to end it yet. The feeling that Taga was about to come off told me not to end it yet.

Mullina opened her mouth softly without daring to see what Ren looked like right now.

"Amu"

Len's fingers in his mouth, tickled and clasped.